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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Raincoats,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
cv313,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
Outsiders,
Lou Christie,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Brothers Johnson,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
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.