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 France and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantytec,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Rod Modell,
Glenn Branca,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.