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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
The Index,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.