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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Skarface,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Metal Thangz,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Fat Boys,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Essential Logic,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Loose Ends,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.