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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 X-102 to the grime 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
The Trojans,
The Zeros,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Brand Nubian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.