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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 sitar and a snare 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Model 500,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Skarface,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABC,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
The Gap Band,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Pylon,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Technova,
Unwound,
Echospace,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.