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 Yemen and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deakin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Dennis Brown,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amazonics,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Warren Ellis,
Delta 5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Dolphy,
Sugar Minott,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.