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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Joy Division,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
The Remains,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
Clear Light,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pretty Things,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.