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 Mauritius and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Flash Fearless,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Motions,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Fear,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.