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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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?
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Ten City,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aaron Thompson,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Black Moon,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Moby Grape,
Stockholm Monsters,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Public Enemy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.