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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
The Divine Comedy,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.