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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
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,
Audionom,
CMW,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Au Pairs,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
New Order,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.