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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Idris Muhammad,
Lower 48,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
Yazoo,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Eddi Front,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Christie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.