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 Peru and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultravox,
Joensuu 1685,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
PIL,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
John Coltrane,
The Residents,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.