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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-101 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
Magazine,
Ossler,
Kayak,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Pole,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.