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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the funk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lightning Bolt,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
CMW,
Zapp,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Echospace,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Royal Trux,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Bob Dylan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nik Kershaw,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
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.