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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Grey Daturas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Porter Ricks,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Loose Ends,
Grauzone,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.