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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.