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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Absolute Body Control,
John Foxx,
H. Thieme,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.