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 Bhutan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 the Sonics to the rap 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
UT,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
Index,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Harry Pussy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
The Modern Lovers,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monks,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.