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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Oblivians,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Rod Modell,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
Television,
The Fugs,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Bill Wells,
Babytalk,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Near,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New Order,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.