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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
UT,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pylon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.