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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Moebius,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.