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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
The Victims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Joe Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Isaac Hayes,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.