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 Montenegro and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
the Swans,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.