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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronan,
Nas,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
The Evens,
Skaos,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Gong,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Litter,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.