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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Chris & Cosey,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.