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 Mali and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Sällskapet,
Peter and Kerry,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
The Modern Lovers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Index,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.