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 Mongolia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Searchers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Youth Brigade,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
Ronnie Foster,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.