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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Easy Going,
David Bowie,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.