Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.