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 Comoros and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brand Nubian to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
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,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Yazoo,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
T. Rex,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.