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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Guru Guru,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.