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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rap 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jacob Miller,
Aural Exciters,
Y Pants,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
The Beau Brummels,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.