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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the punk 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dual Sessions,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bob Dylan,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
The Martian,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Connie Case,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
Eden Ahbez,
Absolute Body Control,
Brick,
Brothers Johnson,
kango's stein massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.