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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Seeds to the dance 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
X-102,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
PIL,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
EPMD,
The Real Kids,
Terry Callier,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
These Immortal Souls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.