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 Djibouti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
Jimmy McGriff,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
The New Christs,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monolake,
The Evens,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.