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 Zimbabwe and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
New Order,
Unrelated Segments,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
June Days,
Crime,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rakim,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.