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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Gang Starr,
The Offenders,
X-101,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
Scratch Acid,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.