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 Cameroon and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
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 clarinet 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 Janne Schatter to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Juan Atkins,
Althea and Donna,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Yusef Lateef,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.