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 Gabon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Maurizio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Malaria!,
The Selecter,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Arcadia,
Sister Nancy,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Harmonia,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.