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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
The United States of America,
Eddi Front,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Depeche Mode,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Clear Light,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brass Construction,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
the Association,
Gastr Del Sol,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drexciya,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.