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 Netherlands and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Erasure,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Lyres,
Sixth Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
X-102,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Lower 48,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.