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 Sierra Leone and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 JFA to the rap 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Newcleus,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Mr. Review,
Joey Negro,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Cymande,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Nas,
The Blues Magoos,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gories,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.