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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deakin to the grime 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
DNA,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Japan,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.