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 Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.