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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Magma to the rock 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Scion,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Echospace,
Crime,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Byrd,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Unrelated Segments,
Technova,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aaron Thompson,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
the Human League,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.