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 Kiribati and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Niagra,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
E-Dancer,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Procol Harum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Fugazi,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.