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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.