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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Sound Behaviour,
Inner City,
DJ Sneak,
Q and Not U,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
AZ,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Carl Craig,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.