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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 grime 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
June of 44,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Q65,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
The Raincoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Misunderstood,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.