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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Excepter,
Cymande,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.