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 Zambia and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Rekid,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chrome,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Kas Product,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
JFA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.