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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 synthesizer and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Rekid,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Last Poets,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Erasure,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Royal Trux,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.