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 Norway and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Bill Wells,
MC5,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Nas,
ABBA,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.