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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Ituana,
Jandek,
The Names,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joy Division,
Country Teasers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Rosa Yemen,
Mad Mike,
The Vogues,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Dawn Penn,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.