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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wasted Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cramps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.