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 Samoa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Barry Ungar,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Style,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter and Kerry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
The Golliwogs,
Gang of Four,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Depeche Mode,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.