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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
The Zeros,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
The Saints,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
MDC,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Cybotron,
Swans,
The Offenders,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Section 25,
Groovy Waters,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.