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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Aswad to the dance 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
Brass Construction,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.