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 Somalia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
MC5,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.