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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Albert Ayler to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Easy Going,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.