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 Israel and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
T.S.O.L.,
Barry Ungar,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
John Coltrane,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Don Cherry,
Buzzcocks,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Ronan,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
a-ha,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.