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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gories to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
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,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Terry Callier,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
Hot Snakes,
AZ,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kas Product,
Marc Almond,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Kayak,
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.