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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
EPMD,
Infiniti,
Index,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Malaria!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
The Human League,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Red Krayola,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.