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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Motorama,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.