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 Barbados and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Josef K,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marvin Gaye,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Buzzcocks,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
U.S. Maple,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.