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 Nigeria and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Smiths,
the Sonics,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Al Stewart,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Mars,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.