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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Move 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Pole,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Soft Machine,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Names,
Swell Maps,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Charles Mingus,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Curtis Mayfield,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.