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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Sound Behaviour,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Outsiders,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Machine,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
The Selecter,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.