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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Flipper,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
Liliput,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.