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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barry Ungar to the jazz 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Urselle,
Unwound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Main Source,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Harry Pussy,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
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.