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 China and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Neu!,
New Age Steppers,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Flamin' Groovies,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
Japan,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.