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 Algeria and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Davy DMX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
X-102,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.