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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
The Cure,
Hardrive,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Ohio Players,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Yellowson,
Mandrill,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
Yaz,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.