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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Negative Approach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Rites of Spring,
Black Moon,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Aural Exciters,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Angry Samoans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Inner City,
Accadde A,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.