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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wasted Youth,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camouflage,
Jacob Miller,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.