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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a guitar 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
Hoover,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Minutemen,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.