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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Barry Ungar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Fluxion,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Nico,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
The Names,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Judy Mowatt,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.