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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 AZ to the dance 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Adolescents,
Nico,
Judy Mowatt,
Make Up,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Visage,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.