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 Italy and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
June Days,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
The Blackbyrds,
cv313,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
MC5,
The Saints,
X-102,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.