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 Gambia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Depeche Mode to the dance 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ronan,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fall,
The Tremeloes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Basic Channel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.