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 Swaziland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Names to the jazz 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Ornette Coleman,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Quantec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.