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 Marshall Islands and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
James White and The Blacks,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.