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 Eritrea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
The Gories,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Steve Hackett,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Fluxion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
One Last Wish,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dirtbombs,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Nas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter & Gordon,
Wire,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.