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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.