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 Albania and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
X-101,
David McCallum,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.