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 Turkey and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Lalann,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.