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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 Crime to the crunk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drexciya,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Isaac Hayes,
Brass Construction,
The Index,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
MC5,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
The Electric Prunes,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.