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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Blossom Toes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Delta 5,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.