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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
June Days,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Stereo Dub,
The Misunderstood,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
The Stooges,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.