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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Radiopuhelimet to the crunk 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
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,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Sparks,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
Little Man,
48th St. Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Wings,
Scion,
The Doors,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hot Snakes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Rod Modell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.