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 Belarus and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
UT,
Rekid,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hoover,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Khruangbin,
Lou Christie,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
AZ,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Ken Boothe,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.