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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
Sparks,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
The Gories,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Hardrive,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
Cymande,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.