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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Aswad,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Sonic Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.