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 Belgium and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Order,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
The United States of America,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.