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 Madagascar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
The Cure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Idris Muhammad,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Babytalk,
Delta 5,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.