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 Brunei and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
X-102,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Freddie Wadling,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cymande,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.