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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Angry Samoans,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantaleimon,
X-101,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
John Lydon,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Moon,
Scion,
X-102,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.