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 Rwanda and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the funk 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
H. Thieme,
Joe Finger,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Hill,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.