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 Greece and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fear,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Animal Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.