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 Paraguay and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 theremin and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Ossler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Wings,
Moebius,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.