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 Gabon and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Massinfluence,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Sex Pistols,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.