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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 MC5 to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 harpsichord and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Jacob Miller,
Monks,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Scientists,
Essential Logic,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
10cc,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
The Raincoats,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.