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 Jordan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
KRS-One,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sex Pistols,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Popol Vuh,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
Organ,
Nico,
Crime,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.