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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Doobie Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terry Callier,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Chrome,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.