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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Delon & Dalcan 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Man Parrish,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
Franke,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Blossom Toes,
Kerri Chandler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.