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 Burundi and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
T. Rex,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vladislav Delay,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
June Days,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Intrusion,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Althea and Donna,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.