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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the rock 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Swell Maps,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.