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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pole,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tomorrow,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.