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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Franke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soulsonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.