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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
ABBA,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.