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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
10cc,
Jeff Mills,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
New Order,
Aswad,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Bar-Kays,
JFA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Index,
The Victims,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Skaos,
Rotary Connection,
The Mummies,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.