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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rock 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Smog,
PIL,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Fear,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Franke,
Surgeon,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dark Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.