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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the dance 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Can,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
Brick,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Sight & Sound,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.