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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Dawn Penn to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Hill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.