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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Godley & Creme to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Goldenarms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Dolphy,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.