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 Mauritius and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
CMW,
Sandy B,
Kool Moe Dee,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dead C,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marshall Jefferson,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Carl Craig,
Television,
John Cale,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
X-102,
Byron Stingily,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Zapp,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.