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 Uganda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sällskapet,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Glenn Branca,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minor Threat,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reagan Youth,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Index,
Excepter,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.