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 Burundi and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 L. Decosne 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Alice Coltrane,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Godley & Creme,
the Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.