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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantytec to the grime 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Vogues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.