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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Misunderstood,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.