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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
David McCallum,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.