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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Niagra,
Model 500,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
Jacob Miller,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.