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 Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Slave to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Intrusion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Yazoo,
Mandrill,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
New Order,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Supertramp,
Essential Logic,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.