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 Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Los Fastidios,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
cv313,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Near,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.