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 Armenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Gastr Del Sol,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Althea and Donna,
Gerry Rafferty,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
The Sound,
Black Moon,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.