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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Visage,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DNA,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.