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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Malaria! to the grime 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Offenders,
Radiohead,
Ice-T,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Derrick Morgan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ossler,
The Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.