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 Lithuania and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
DNA,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Deakin,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Khruangbin,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.