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 Israel and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neil Young to the techno 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
The Names,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Drexciya,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Slits,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.