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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kayak,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Blancmange,
Scrapy,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.