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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Sonics,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Bill Wells,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
The Victims,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scan 7,
Todd Terry,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.