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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Yaz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
UT,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Oneida,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.