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 Japan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.