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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the rap 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.