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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Trumans Water,
Barry Ungar,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Flipper,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Ossler,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.