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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Darondo,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Angry Samoans,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
UT,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Trojans,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.