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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
Chris & Cosey,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy Collins,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.