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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Altered Images,
Wings,
Talk Talk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
The Tremeloes,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Slave,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Franke,
Main Source,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pulsallama,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.