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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Black Sheep to the jazz 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Grey Daturas,
Babytalk,
Cheater Slicks,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Make Up,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
CMW,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.