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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Subhumans,
Model 500,
Gong,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brass Construction,
Sixth Finger,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.