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 Liechtenstein and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 an organ and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
DNA,
Magazine,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Maurizio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Wire,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.