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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smoke to the grime 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Amazonics,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronnie Foster,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Crime,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.