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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 theremin and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Last Poets,
Marcia Griffiths,
E-Dancer,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Charles Mingus,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Slackers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.