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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bob Dylan to the disco 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scratch Acid,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantaleimon,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
New York Dolls,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
the Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
The Standells,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.