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 Qatar and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Sonic Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Evens,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
The Smoke,
cv313,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.