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 Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the punk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Blancmange,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
the Normal,
Model 500,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
The Martian,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
Theoretical Girls,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.