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 Mauritania and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Smog to the jazz 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.