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 Panama and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
Eurythmics,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lindisfarne,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Gang Starr,
Peter & Gordon,
Echospace,
In Retrospect,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Organ,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.