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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Basic Channel,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Laurel Aitken,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Copeland,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.