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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
the Germs,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gories,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Don Cherry,
Roger Hodgson,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ossler,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
World's Most,
the Association,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rapeman,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Whodini,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Skriet,
The Count Five,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.