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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Hashim,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Urselle,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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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.