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 Taiwan and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Parry Music 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Smog,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
AZ,
Crime,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Skriet,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.