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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
Lindisfarne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Camouflage,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.