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 Gambia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Trumans Water,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.