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 Sudan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aaron Thompson,
Brick,
The Vogues,
Boredoms,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Star Department,
Pole,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
The Standells,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
The Martian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Camberwell Now,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.