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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Index,
The Pretty Things,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Beau Brummels,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül II,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Associates,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
Monolake,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Boredoms,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Davy DMX,
Malaria!,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.