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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Zapp,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Quantec,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Marmalade,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.