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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Procol Harum,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
Johnny Osbourne,
Infiniti,
Pussy Galore,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
Eddi Front,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.