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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Smog,
Massinfluence,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
KRS-One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Urselle,
Aural Exciters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.