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 Malta and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Peter & Gordon,
New York Dolls,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.