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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
The Five Americans,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Masters at Work,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.