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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jandek 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
R.M.O.,
Faust,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
The Modern Lovers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Zeros,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.