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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Flash Fearless 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Alice Coltrane,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pierre Henry,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.