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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Tommy Roe,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Animal Collective,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
Nils Olav,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Jeff Mills,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.