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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Index to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stetsasonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Liliput,
The Neon Judgement,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Slave,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.