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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Technova,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Leonard Cohen,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
X-102,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
MC5,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.