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 Spain and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Subhumans,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lightning Bolt,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Fela Kuti,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.