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 Germany and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
The Residents,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.