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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and an organ 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Durutti Column,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Evens,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Visage,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Buckinghams,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.