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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Skriet to the techno 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Fad Gadget,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.