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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Patti Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
the Bar-Kays,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Scion,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Gichy Dan,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.