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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Motorama to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Lynne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
X-101,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Byron Stingily,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.