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 Georgia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kenny Larkin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
These Immortal Souls,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.