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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Walker Brothers to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Blake Baxter,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Qualms,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Soft Cell,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
Cheater Slicks,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
The Slackers,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.