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 Afghanistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Eddi Front to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
The Slits,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Au Pairs,
Qualms,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.