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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fatback Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.