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 Cape Verde and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
The Index,
Brand Nubian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.