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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Crooked Eye,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
the Association,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.