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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Alarm Clocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
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,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Bananas,
The Velvet Underground,
Mantronix,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
Kayak,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
UT,
Scion,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Judy Mowatt,
The New Christs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.