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 Libya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
The Red Krayola,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.