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 Gambia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Vladislav Delay,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Tim Buckley,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Boz Scaggs,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.