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 Spain and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Janne Schatter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.