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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Suicide,
Reuben Wilson,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
X-101,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
Q and Not U,
The Invisible,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.