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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Symarip,
Bush Tetras,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Suburban Knight,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.