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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Fear,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
Visage,
Wire,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.