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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
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 Lyon and Calgary.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
The Standells,
X-101,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
the Sonics,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Inner City,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Popol Vuh,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.