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 Belarus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.