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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Zeros,
Peter & Gordon,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Toni Rubio,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Procol Harum,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.