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 Somalia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mo-Dettes to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Cale,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hot Snakes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.