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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Zero Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chrome,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.