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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Godley & Creme,
Rod Modell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Marshall Jefferson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Japan,
Unwound,
the Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.