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 Chad and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
Albert Ayler,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.