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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Smog,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eurythmics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
OOIOO,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Aural Exciters,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Radiopuhelimet,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
UT,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.