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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Nirvana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fuzztones,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.