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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
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,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Television Personalities,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Glenn Branca,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fugs,
Erykah Badu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Donny Hathaway,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.