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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the funk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Bananas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Nico,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Motions,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.