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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Country Teasers,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
John Cale,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Con Funk Shun,
Easy Going,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Order,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
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.