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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.