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 Kyrgyzstan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Peter & Gordon,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
48th St. Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Bobby Sherman,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Bob Dylan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joey Negro,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Deadbeat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
June Days,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.