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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Reuben Wilson,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
UT,
Zapp,
Lakeside,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Rosa Yemen,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.