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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dark Day to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
Crime,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sarah Menescal,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
Technova,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Depeche Mode,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.