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 Argentina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.