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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Joyce Sims to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Slave,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Albert Ayler,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
Deepchord,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Zapp,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Peter and Kerry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Visage,
John Holt,
The Dead C,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
cv313,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.