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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
Whodini,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oneida,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.