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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the disco 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
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,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.