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 Iraq and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Loose Ends,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Scan 7,
The Red Krayola,
Lucky Dragons,
Sparks,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.