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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
the Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
The Index,
Visage,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.