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 Greece and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bluetip to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amazonics,
JFA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Victims,
Television,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Unwound,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Finger,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.