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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Radiohead 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Lindisfarne,
Suburban Knight,
Marmalade,
Au Pairs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.