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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Durutti Column,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Evens,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.