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 Malta and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Monolake,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
MDC,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.