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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Matthew Bourne,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
CMW,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
The Zeros,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.