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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ponytail 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare 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?
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Supertramp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flash Fearless,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Henry Cow,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.