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 Poland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Carl Craig,
Clear Light,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
X-102,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fall,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.