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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Dead C to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moleskins,
Angry Samoans,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Wings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Jacques Brel,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ludus,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
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.