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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
The Move,
Fluxion,
10cc,
the Slits,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Japan,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Trumans Water,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Wake,
Franke,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Aswad,
Main Source,
X-102,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Deakin,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.