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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantytec,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.