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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
The Count Five,
Henry Cow,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Ossler,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Con Funk Shun,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.