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 Libya and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Amon Düül to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
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,
The Buckinghams,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Vladislav Delay,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Japan,
Harry Pussy,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.