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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Cameo,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
Newcleus,
Bobby Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Basic Channel,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Soulsonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Jandek,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.