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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
Quantec,
New Order,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Erykah Badu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Deadbeat,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.