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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maurizio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Albert Ayler,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Interpol,
Minutemen,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.