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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
The Pretty Things,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Saints,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quando Quango,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.