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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Procol Harum 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
EPMD,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
The Standells,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Tres Demented,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.