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 Libya and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
The Fugs,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Jacob Miller,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
CMW,
R.M.O.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Vainqueur,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.