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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 CMW to the grunge 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dark Day,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.