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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
the Swans,
The Remains,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Organ,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
The Durutti Column,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.