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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
The Toasters,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Magma,
Skarface,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
The Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Parry Music,
Rod Modell,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Finger,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.