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 Laos and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
Barrington Levy,
Bluetip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Qualms,
Supertramp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.