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 Niger and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Franke,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
The Dave Clark Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
Desert Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
New Order,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Model 500,
Robert Hood,
Godley & Creme,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.