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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Jandek,
Oblivians,
Gang of Four,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
The Cure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Q65,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sällskapet,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.