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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Barclay James Harvest to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Motions,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dark Day,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Marvin Gaye,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Das Ding,
Davy DMX,
The J.B.'s,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.