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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Rapeman 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
the Normal,
Infiniti,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Swans,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
H. Thieme,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.