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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Sun City Girls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a theremin 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
PIL,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.