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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Barrington Levy,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Toni Rubio,
Suburban Knight,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
10cc,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
John Coltrane,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.