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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Swans,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Rakim,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Basic Channel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Radio Birdman,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.