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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 Golliwogs to the rock 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
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,
Oblivians,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Underground Resistance,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Camouflage,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Kayak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
The Fall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.