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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Star Department,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Fad Gadget,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.