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 Nauru and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
June Days,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Black Pus,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
the Swans,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.