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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Main Source to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
AZ,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Cheater Slicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Altered Images,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.