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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Adolescents to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
The Mojo Men,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Nas,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Al Stewart,
Patti Smith,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Fear,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.