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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
In Retrospect,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Smog,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
Scrapy,
Main Source,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.