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 Bhutan 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Derrick Morgan,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.