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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
The Misunderstood,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
The Trojans,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quantec,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
New Order,
X-102,
Excepter,
Con Funk Shun,
James White and The Blacks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.