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 Poland and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bad Manners to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
The Motions,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Niagra,
This Heat,
The Dave Clark Five,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Lightning Bolt,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Sixth Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
CMW,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Nik Kershaw,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.