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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 One Last Wish 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
The Dead C,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Nico,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
the Association,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
June Days,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
The Blues Magoos,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.