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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scion to the disco 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Fear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Godley & Creme,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.