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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a theremin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Grey Daturas,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers,
Malaria!,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fall,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.