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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Crispian St. Peters 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
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,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ossler,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
The Music Machine,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
Masters at Work,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pop Group,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suburban Knight,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.