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 Ethiopia 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
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,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
48th St. Collective,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads,
The Monochrome Set,
John Lydon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Fear,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.