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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Index,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
Henry Cow,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Boredoms,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.