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 Micronesia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Urselle,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.