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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
The Beau Brummels,
Tres Demented,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Infiniti,
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Motorama,
Joy Division,
Anakelly,
Can,
Wings,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.