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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.