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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Don Cherry,
DJ Sneak,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
L. Decosne,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Altered Images,
Anakelly,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Chris & Cosey,
Mars,
Lakeside,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.