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 Argentina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Scott Walker to the rock 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Interpol,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lyres,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.