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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Hoover,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
ABC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Searchers,
Accadde A,
Visage,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
Television Personalities,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.