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 Canada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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?
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Lou Reed,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joy Division,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.