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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Prince Buster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Smog,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
The Velvet Underground,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
The Associates,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Gabor Szabo,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.