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 Azerbaijan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the jazz 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Franke,
Shuggie Otis,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxy Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
The Gun Club,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.