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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 The J.B.'s to the dance 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Black Pus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Slave,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.