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 Romania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
the Association,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.