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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 K-Klass to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Sound Behaviour,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
CMW,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed,
The Martian,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Khruangbin,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Depeche Mode,
Talk Talk,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.