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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magma,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
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Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Cal Tjader,
Excepter,
Babytalk,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.