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 Kenya and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
David Axelrod,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
The Associates,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Rufus Thomas,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.