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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Warren Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Lindisfarne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lungfish,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.