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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The American Breed to the dance 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Fela Kuti,
The Misunderstood,
Patti Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Wally Richardson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Magazine,
X-102,
Accadde A,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Alice Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Hoover,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
Quantec,
Jandek,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.