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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a güiro and an organ 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sparks,
The Young Rascals,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Cameo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brick,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Durutti Column,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
Colin Newman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.