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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Khruangbin,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Accadde A,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Anakelly,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boz Scaggs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Gang of Four,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.