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 Malawi and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Make Up,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Gong,
The Standells,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Moss Icon,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.