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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dead C,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Alice Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.