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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Hashim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Peter and Kerry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
The Cowsills,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.