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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the electroclash 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
The Pretty Things,
Minor Threat,
Skaos,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
Camouflage,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.