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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joy Division to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Wyatt,
D'Angelo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.