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 Hungary and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
Hardrive,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Sun City Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Nico,
The Toasters,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.