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 Cameroon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Amon Düül to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Slave,
Flipper,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Clarke,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.