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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
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,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Half Japanese,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.