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 Bhutan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
L. Decosne,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.