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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Pierre Henry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
Deadbeat,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Japan,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.