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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Hoover,
Roger Hodgson,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.