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 Albania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hoover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
UT,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.