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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Japan to the punk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
AZ,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Human League,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
David McCallum,
The Count Five,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Terry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.