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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 theremin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magma,
X-Ray Spex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Fatback Band,
Camberwell Now,
the Normal,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.