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 Tunisia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Davy DMX,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Anakelly,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Make Up,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.