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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-102,
Visage,
Flipper,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Byrd,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.