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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pierre Henry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funkadelic,
F. McDonald,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
Kas Product,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Enemy,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dead Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.