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 Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Gong,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Yellowson,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Smog,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
The Mummies,
Delta 5,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pere Ubu,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.