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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pagans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
The Buckinghams,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Faust,
Blake Baxter,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.