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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Kaleidoscope,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slits,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.