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 Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sugar Minott to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Adolescents,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.