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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Gil Scott Heron to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bluetip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Erykah Badu,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Organ,
David McCallum,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.