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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Agitation Free,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Agent Orange,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Lalo Schifrin,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yusef Lateef,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.