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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Popol Vuh,
Grey Daturas,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
China Crisis,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.