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 the UAE and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Altered Images,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Fela Kuti,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Move,
Malaria!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New York Dolls,
Harmonia,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.