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 India and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Wings,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lindisfarne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nico,
Traffic Nightmare,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.