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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grunge 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Das Ding,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
The Index,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mars,
Motorama,
Wasted Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.