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 United States and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.