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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Minutemen,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.