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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Visage,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Marvin Gaye,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Subhumans,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
The Red Krayola,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Scientists,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Raincoats,
Country Teasers,
Kayak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.