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 Austria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 the Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and a sitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
The Names,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
X-Ray Spex,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Agent Orange,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.