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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the funk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
The Blues Magoos,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
FM Einheit,
the Human League,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.