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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
Young Marble Giants,
Spandau Ballet,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.