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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Soulsonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
New Order,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
Can,
Toni Rubio,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Leonard Cohen,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Oneida,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.