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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Litter,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.