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 Austria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Sugar Minott,
Wire,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Ten City,
Aural Exciters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.