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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cecil Taylor to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Joyce Sims,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
MDC,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Gang Green,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
In Retrospect,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
John Lydon,
Japan,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.