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 Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the rock 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Soulsonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Sandy B,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Brand Nubian,
The Busters,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
June Days,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.