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 Mozambique and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 DNA to the techno 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Connie Case,
Icehouse,
The Evens,
Organ,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Hot Snakes,
The Stooges,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sarah Menescal,
Subhumans,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.