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 Palau and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 L. Decosne to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
EPMD,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Panda Bear,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Eurythmics,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Janne Schatter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.