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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.