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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.