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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Bang On A Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Symarip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Technova,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Soft Machine,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.