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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Gang Starr,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zapp,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Neu!,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
cv313,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.