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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Sex Pistols,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Panda Bear,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.