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 Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
Ronan,
Unwound,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Davy DMX,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Franke,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Main Source,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sonics,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Spandau Ballet,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.