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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barbara Tucker,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.