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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Half Japanese,
Nik Kershaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
June of 44,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
a-ha,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Blancmange,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Danielle Patucci,
Cymande,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.