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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a theremin 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
MC5,
Oneida,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Juan Atkins,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.