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 Italy and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the grime 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a sitar 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blackbyrds,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
Zero Boys,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.