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 Albania and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Jawbox to the funk 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
The Victims,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arcadia,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Rekid,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.