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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the disco 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
Neu!,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
John Lydon,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Faraquet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Colin Newman,
Robert Wyatt,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Busters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.