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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marvin Gaye to the rock 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Kas Product,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Alton Ellis,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
The Techniques,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Excepter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.