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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Copeland,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
DNA,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.