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 Jamaica and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Lagos and Lyon.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
The Star Department,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Nas,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.