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 Madagascar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
The Black Dice,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echospace,
The Gap Band,
Bronski Beat,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Sonic Youth,
DNA,
Television,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Fear,
The Motions,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.