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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
The Busters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang On A Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.