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 Belarus and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Hashim,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.