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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
Bauhaus,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.