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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Eric Dolphy,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Loose Ends,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Rotary Connection,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.