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 Portugal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Spoonie Gee,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
Darondo,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
The Young Rascals,
Dual Sessions,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Con Funk Shun,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.