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 Eritrea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Busters to the rock 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.