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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Mantronix,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Soft Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Brothers Johnson,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül,
Panda Bear,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.