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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Soul II Soul 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Grauzone,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Japan,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
cv313,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.