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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Saccharine Trust,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.