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 Mexico and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fluxion to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Reagan Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.