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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
Shoche,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Japan,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.