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 Grenada and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Subhumans,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Brick,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pole,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Wings,
The Invisible,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.