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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
The Music Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
Aural Exciters,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Cybotron,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Alphaville,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.