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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
The Knickerbockers,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.