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 Austria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Grass Roots to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Inner City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Wyatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Prince Buster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
David Axelrod,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.