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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Unwound,
John Holt,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.