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 Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Q65,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Smooth,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Japan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
Rod Modell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Urselle,
the Association,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.