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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ten City,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Pole,
Skriet,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Funkadelic,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
The Buckinghams,
The Victims,
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.