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 Fiji and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barry Ungar,
Blake Baxter,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.