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 Africa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Niagra to the crunk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Delta 5,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
MDC,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.