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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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?
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
The Standells,
The Selecter,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Human League,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.