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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Skarface to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 synthesizer and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Anthony Braxton,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
CMW,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glambeats Corp.,
Shuggie Otis,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.