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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Wyatt,
Vainqueur,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
the Sonics,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
The Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Inner City,
Television,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.