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 Jordan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
The Kinks,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Alton Ellis,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Model 500,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.