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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 snare 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rotary Connection,
Franke,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
Excepter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Panda Bear,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.