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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Hoover,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Fat Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
The Misunderstood,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Deadbeat,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
Von Mondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moby Grape,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.