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 Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 harpsichord 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Quantec,
Motorama,
The Motions,
Rites of Spring,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Severed Heads,
cv313,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Jawbox,
Agitation Free,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
The Stooges,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Radiohead,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Glenn Branca,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
the Germs,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.