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 Ethiopia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
The Moleskins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vainqueur,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arcadia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.