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 Kuwait and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Doors to the grunge 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Ornette Coleman,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Smog,
This Heat,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.