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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nas to the jazz 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Names,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Bananas,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.