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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Theoretical Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Fad Gadget,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Metal Thangz,
The Mojo Men,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Ten City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.