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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Gong to the grunge 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Kenny Larkin,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deakin,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lightning Bolt,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
Can,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.