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 Lesotho and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Barry Ungar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Lightning Bolt,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Little Man,
Fugazi,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
F. McDonald,
This Heat,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.