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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Sight & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.