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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crash Course in Science to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy Collins,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.