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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 KRS-One to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Oneida,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
Fad Gadget,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slackers,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.