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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Outsiders,
H. Thieme,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Flipper,
Hashim,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Surgeon,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.