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 Yemen and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Bush Tetras,
Mandrill,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Johnny Clarke,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Underground Resistance,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
New York Dolls,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.