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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Franke,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Japan,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
Faust,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
Kayak,
Yaz,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.