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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Music Machine,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.