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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 the Normal to the funk 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Ohio Players,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.