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 Niger and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Brass Construction,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Nico,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Q and Not U,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
Nas,
Graham Central Station,
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.