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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Andrew Hill,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Crime,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Animal Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Robert Görl,
Magma,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Motorama,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.