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 Serbia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Yaz to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
the Normal,
John Holt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Franke,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vainqueur,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.