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 Sudan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül II,
Visage,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
the Normal,
Chrome,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.