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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Franke,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bob Dylan,
Main Source,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
T. Rex,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Erasure,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.