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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Patti Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Urselle,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.