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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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?
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Mr. Review,
Essential Logic,
Cymande,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
The Standells,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Unrelated Segments,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.