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 Fiji and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Donald Byrd to the grime 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
New Age Steppers,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
The Seeds,
Pagans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
The Smiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Scion,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
David McCallum,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.