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 Belize and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fela Kuti to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Mark Hollis,
The Angels of Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
MC5,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.