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 Suriname and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.