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 Zimbabwe and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Fear to the jazz 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
Nico,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
The Birthday Party,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Arthur Verocai,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Little Man,
Technova,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.