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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Lucky Dragons 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Can,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Alphaville,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.