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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Sparks,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Oneida,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Spandau Ballet,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Avey Tare,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.