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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.