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 Dominican Republic and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wally Richardson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deakin,
Motorama,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
The Raincoats,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.