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 Palau and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
The Mojo Men,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cramps,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Moon,
Eric Copeland,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marvin Gaye,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.