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 Israel and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 New York and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Archie Shepp to the rap 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minutemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Organ,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
The Invisible,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.