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 Slovenia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 the Germs 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
JFA,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.