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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hoover to the punk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rakim,
Chrome,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
Lyres,
The Offenders,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.