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 Cameroon and from Bologna.
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 Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.