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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Crime,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
OOIOO,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
Kurtis Blow,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter & Gordon,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Scratch Acid,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.