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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxette,
Aswad,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Interpol,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
ABC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Index,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Make Up,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Audionom,
Das Ding,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.