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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Subhumans,
Morten Harket,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Scott Walker,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Joey Negro,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
10cc,
Qualms,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.