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 Russia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Can,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Judy Mowatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.