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 Niger and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Organ,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Shoche,
Icehouse,
D'Angelo,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.