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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Gang Gang Dance to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T. Rex,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fuzztones,
Ohio Players,
Junior Murvin,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wasted Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.