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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Arab on Radar,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
The Residents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.