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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Isaac Hayes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
The Evens,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Model 500,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
Susan Cadogan,
Stereo Dub,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.