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 Jamaica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Ten City,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camberwell Now,
Sonny Sharrock,
Country Teasers,
Ronan,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Mars,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Leaves,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Crime,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.