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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jimmy McGriff to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
X-102,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Bobby Sherman,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
Aural Exciters,
The Remains,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
The Blackbyrds,
CMW,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Warsaw,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Derrick May,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.