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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 June Days to the jazz 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
cv313,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Urselle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.