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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an organ 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mission of Burma,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Intrusion,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Underground Resistance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.