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 Romania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.