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 Belize and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Schoolly D,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Lindisfarne,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.