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 Guyana 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
June of 44,
The Dirtbombs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.