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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moby Grape to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eden Ahbez,
Mr. Review,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Morten Harket,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Newcleus,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.