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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Saccharine Trust,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.