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 Qatar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme to the dance 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
MDC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
The Five Americans,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
The Evens,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.