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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
Gang of Four,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
JFA,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.