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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Desert Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Bush Tetras,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Bizarre Inc.,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.