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 Iraq and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Suburban Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.