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 Hungary and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Deakin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maleditus Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Leaves,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
cv313,
UT,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
the Swans,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.