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 China and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Youth Brigade to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
U.S. Maple,
F. McDonald,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Sun City Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nas,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moleskins,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
Aural Exciters,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.