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 China and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Sheep to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Parry Music,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.