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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the jazz 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Basic Channel,
AZ,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy Collins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
Matthew Bourne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.