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 Bahamas and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Altered Images,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scan 7,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Mars,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.