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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Wire,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.