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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Moebius,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
The Fuzztones,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.