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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Lindisfarne to the disco 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ohio Players,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultra Naté,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Patti Smith,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.