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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Scion,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Robert Wyatt,
Jawbox,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gladiators,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.