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 Liechtenstein and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Faust,
Dark Day,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Technova,
Deakin,
Television Personalities,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Bluetip,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.