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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
Niagra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Reagan Youth,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
cv313,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Zero Boys,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Max Romeo,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.