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 El Salvador and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Make Up,
The Modern Lovers,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Metal Thangz,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Ludus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Gories,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.