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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Connie Case to the funk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Erasure,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Television,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.