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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Anthony Braxton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry Gold Smith,
UT,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.