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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
MC5,
Stiv Bators,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.