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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Half Japanese,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ituana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerri Chandler,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Funkadelic,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.