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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tommy Roe to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Albert Ayler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.