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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Electric Prunes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
Cluster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Sister Nancy,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.