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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Foxx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suburban Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
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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.