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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
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,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Janne Schatter,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Rapeman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.