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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio 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?
The Slits,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
F. McDonald,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
The Smoke,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.