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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Nick Fraelich,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Underground Resistance,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
Mandrill,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Inner City,
Organ,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.