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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barbara Tucker to the grime 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tommy Roe,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ossler,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Nas,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
The Litter,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.