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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
Sam Rivers,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Amazonics,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.