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 Serbia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 R.M.O. to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Danielle Patucci,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Surgeon,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.