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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Residents,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rakim,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.