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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
Fear,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gories,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABBA,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Thompson Twins,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.