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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Standells to the funk 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Althea and Donna,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
PIL,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Shuggie Otis,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Terry,
Au Pairs,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalann,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.