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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
R.M.O.,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
Massinfluence,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Index,
Make Up,
Lou Christie,
Zapp,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.