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 Oman and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Bar-Kays to the jazz 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Rotary Connection,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.