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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Surgeon,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
John Foxx,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Scott Walker,
Cameo,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.