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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Babytalk,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Misunderstood,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Talk Talk,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Little Man,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.