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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
Quando Quango,
Yaz,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
DJ Style,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.