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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Piero Umiliani,
In Retrospect,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Alice Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.