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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.