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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The J.B.'s,
John Lydon,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
The Mojo Men,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Severed Heads,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Loose Ends,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.