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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 James White and The Blacks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Harry Pussy,
Section 25,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Magazine,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
New Age Steppers,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Sparks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Camberwell Now,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Al Stewart,
Deadbeat,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Howard Jones,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.