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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Move,
Moebius,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blancmange,
Bobby Sherman,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sparks,
UT,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon,
Japan,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
The Residents,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat 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.