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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Osbourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Byrd,
Ossler,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
ABC,
Symarip,
Man Parrish,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.