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 Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Stiv Bators to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Liliput,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
Moebius,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
The Martian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.