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 Marshall Islands and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Sandy B,
Lindisfarne,
Q65,
Lakeside,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
Magazine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.