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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Warren Ellis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Grey Daturas,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Iggy Pop,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
The Names,
Fad Gadget,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Subhumans,
Crime,
The Motions,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.