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 Saudi Arabia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Graham Central Station to the rock 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
The Misunderstood,
Stetsasonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.