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 Costa Rica and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Oneida to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
Morten Harket,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Sherman,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
The Trojans,
The Modern Lovers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.