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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
JFA,
Make Up,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
cv313,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Model 500,
Joyce Sims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.