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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
the Normal,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
The Fugs,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.