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 Bahrain and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the crunk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Hardrive,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
The Buckinghams,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.