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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 EPMD to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Inner City,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sixth Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
The Slackers,
Juan Atkins,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zapp,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Busters,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.