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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 L. Decosne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Alison Limerick,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.