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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Bronski Beat,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
Mr. Review,
Davy DMX,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Royal Trux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cymande,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Gong,
Whodini,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.