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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cameo,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
John Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.