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 Lesotho and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the dance 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Fear,
The Toasters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
AZ,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Niagra,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.