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 Angola and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 ABBA to the dance 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 marimba 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick Morgan,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
Don Cherry,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Thee Headcoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mummies,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Colin Newman,
Kerri Chandler,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.