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 Thailand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
The Neon Judgement,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Fluxion,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.