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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Buckinghams,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
The Sound,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.