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 Latvia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Darondo 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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?
Grey Daturas,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Supertramp,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.