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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 Pretty Things to the funk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
The Real Kids,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
the Swans,
The Remains,
PIL,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.