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 Niger and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Thompson Twins,
The Toasters,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Livin' Joy,
R.M.O.,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
The Velvet Underground,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.