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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Beau Brummels to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blackbyrds,
The Five Americans,
The Happenings,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.