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 Nepal and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lindisfarne,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Wings,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
the Germs,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.