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 Maldives and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Roger Hodgson to the rap 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
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,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Whodini,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.