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 Estonia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
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,
Pagans,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
The Raincoats,
Eli Mardock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erasure,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.