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 Slovenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Leonard Cohen,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Sound Behaviour,
The Knickerbockers,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Moebius,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.