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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pretty Things,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Parry Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mars,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.