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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Animal Collective,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Talk Talk,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.