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 Samoa and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Pere Ubu,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Nirvana,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry's Kids,
UT,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Goldenarms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.