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 Kuwait and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Jeff Lynne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
the Association,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.