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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 American Breed to the grunge 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
The Names,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
The Wake,
Cameo,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Ossler,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
kango's stein massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.