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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Nirvana 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
Sparks,
CMW,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Near,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Urselle,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.