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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
The Martian,
David Axelrod,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
Japan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Dawn Penn,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.