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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
Con Funk Shun,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minnie Riperton,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gabor Szabo,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
the Sonics,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.