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 South Sudan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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?
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Can,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
The Gladiators,
Rosa Yemen,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Young Marble Giants,
Bauhaus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Newcleus,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
The Black Dice,
Tropical Tobacco,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
The Slits,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
The Smoke,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.