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 Norway and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the rap 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Drexciya,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
Tubeway Army,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.