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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Minny Pops,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
OOIOO,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
The Techniques,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Smog,
The Count Five,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.