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 Gabon 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Los Fastidios to the techno 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.