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 Niger and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Eddi Front to the techno 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang of Four,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.