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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fat Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.