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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
The Litter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cheater Slicks,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Moss Icon,
Anthony Braxton,
Depeche Mode,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
MDC,
Pylon,
Pagans,
The Fall,
Technova,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.