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 Israel and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harry Pussy,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
The Names,
Blancmange,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Joe Finger,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.