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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ten City to the grime 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
The Last Poets,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mandrill,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Idris Muhammad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Camberwell Now,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.