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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lee Hazlewood 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chrome,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Nas,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.