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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Arab on Radar,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
Piero Umiliani,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Yellowson,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
Mandrill,
the Bar-Kays,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faust,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Slave,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.