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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Basic Channel to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a synthesizer 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
The Divine Comedy,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.