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 Iran and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Starr to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Motions,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Saints,
Little Man,
The Busters,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.