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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Harry Pussy,
Grey Daturas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flash Fearless,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aswad,
Television,
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
The Kinks,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Black Sheep,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.