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 Dominica and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Al Stewart,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
The Names,
Wings,
The Kinks,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Funkadelic,
Eden Ahbez,
Rod Modell,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Liliput,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
UT,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lungfish,
Minutemen,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.