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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
MDC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Faust,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Lynne,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.