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 Nepal 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Siglo XX to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Banda Bassotti,
Smog,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Arcadia,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.