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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Duran Duran to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
Animal Collective,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
Motorama,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Can,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.