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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Heaven 17,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.