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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tim Buckley,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cal Tjader,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
PIL,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Quando Quango,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.