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 Panama and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.