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 Oman and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Main Source to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Godley & Creme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Liliput,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Sonic Youth,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Gabor Szabo,
ABC,
ABBA,
Rites of Spring,
The Monks,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Severed Heads,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.