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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.