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 India and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aswad to the funk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.