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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Dolphy,
Youth Brigade,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Hashim,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Delta 5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.