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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Magazine,
Slave,
Pagans,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Barbara Tucker,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.