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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
H. Thieme,
X-102,
Lou Christie,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Shoche,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
The Names,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.