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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
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,
Rites of Spring,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
a-ha,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
Piero Umiliani,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.