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 Ghana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Todd Rundgren,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.