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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Alton Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Anthony Braxton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Moby Grape,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jandek,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.