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 Malawi and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DNA,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Ten City,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Patti Smith,
Erasure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
New Age Steppers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
World's Most,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.