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 Ghana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Barbara Tucker to the techno 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Cecil Taylor,
Mandrill,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Rekid,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Rod Modell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
D'Angelo,
Fatback Band,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Ludus,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.